I walk through fire, I feel no pain
Fields of war which fuel my veins
In the end, son, I was once like you
Cut me child, you'll see, I bleed
Scars of black which help me see
In the end, son, I was once like you

Fields of death, the rotted womb
Hatred, chainsaw, the blessed doom
In the end, son, I was once like you
The ashes that fly, the skin which burns
Kill all you can, refuse to learn
In the end, son, I was once like you